Mysterious Recovery: Confused World

Chapter 23 The Last Trace
Wang Chaling's body stood at the gate of the ancestral hall, and a strange old man stood in front of him.

Eyeless eye sockets stared directly at Wang Chaling. One person and one ghost have maintained this posture for more than ten days and nearly 20 days.

The confrontation of consciousness is a very long process, and it would be very dangerous for other ghost masters, but Wang Chaling is different.

He belongs to the third generation of the royal family. After the death of his parents, there are four terrifying ghosts around him.

Even if his consciousness has fallen into silence, as long as he hasn't really died, the dead soul will always protect him.

What's more, in this spiritual place, there are not only dead souls, but also an old man from the Republic of China period staying here.

In these ten days.

The dead souls of the Wang family also became more and more quiet from the restlessness at the beginning, guarding Wang Chaling's side, resisting the fierce ghosts in Zhuangzi.

Weird changes were going on all the time, and an illusory body was always in front of Wang Chaling.

The phantom is very fragile, and a large part seems to be on the verge of collapse, collapsing from time to time, and condensing again.

The shape and clothes of that body were exactly the same as Wang Chaling's, and the only thing worth mentioning was probably the head.

On the surface of the skull, all the skin was peeled off, and there was no flesh and blood on the black skull, like a dyed bone frame.

"Bang~!"

With a wave of the old man's dead soul, some phantoms that began to overlap Wang Chaling's body were directly scattered.

This scene has happened dozens of times in the past ten days. Whenever the phantom wanted to get close to Wang Chaling, he would be mercilessly shot away by the dead soul.

Wang Chaling's body trembled suddenly, as if it was a signal, that illusory figure began to collapse at an extremely fast speed.

Black blood flowed from the eye sockets of the eyeless old man, and his head was turned at an incredible angle to avoid meeting Wang Chaling's gaze.

The cyan ghost domain forcibly illuminates this dark area, as if replacing the dark Zhuangzi.

"I succeeded." Wang Chaling's voice was as gentle as ever, but without a trace of emotion.

This is the price of controlling the supernatural, and the influence is mutual. He tried to influence Li Gui through his own consciousness, and Li Gui also influenced Wang Chaling's consciousness through supernatural.

In the presence of Meng Xiaodong, Wang Chaling chose to take a gamble and have a spiritual collision of consciousness directly in the spiritual place.

He has his own considerations.

Although it is simple to bring back the ghost, the follow-up problem cannot be guaranteed, and the danger is still a danger. The help of consciousness is very limited for touching the dead soul.

Although the spirit land is dangerous, the undead can resist the attack of ghosts, which can be regarded as reducing the difficulty.

In addition, there is Meng Xiaodong, this old man is more friendly to the ghost masters of the new era. Li Leping, the person in charge of Dachuan City, has had an intersection with him before, and his attitude towards Wang Chaling was also good before.

Therefore, Wang Chaling bet that the other party would take the initiative to help him when he was unable to succeed, because of the face of the Wang family (severe) son (ghost), and because of his planning and desperation.

He knew what would happen if he lost the bet, but since he chose to become a ghost master, he has no turning back.

This kind of thing will not be said to be the norm in later life, but it will definitely not be too rare. This time there is a big boss by his side, if he dare not bet, let alone later.

The result is gratifying. .
The deceitful ghost's revived consciousness was partly fused with Wang Chaling's self-consciousness, and then the remaining part was changed by Wang Chaling to withstand the attack of the ghost's consciousness on his behalf.

This inspiration came from the strange consciousness that suddenly entered his body before, Li Gui took the attack instead of Wang Chaling.

It fell into silence again, and Wang Chaling's self-consciousness, which was fused with part of his consciousness, has an absolute self.

During this period of time, you can continuously deceive and modify your self-consciousness into that silent consciousness.

"I'm still not an outlier, but the beginning of this road has already opened to me." Wang Chaling analyzed his state.

The beginning of the path of the alien has been opened to him, as long as he is willing to go on, it is only a matter of time before he becomes an alien.

But what he wanted was not that simple.

"Constantly replenishing ghosts and increasing the level of terror is the path of the Republic of China. Part of my plan is to take this path, so I am destined to be unable to take a purely heterogeneous path."

Heterogeneity is not omnipotent, the ghost consciousness still exists, but it is difficult to recover, but it is not impossible to recover.

The more complete the puzzle, the stronger the cheating ghost's consciousness will be, and the harder it will be for him to suppress it.

But these are still far away. Although Wang Chaling has plans, they still need to be continuously improved. Now I just think about it.

"I've done everything that needs to be done, and now it's time to restrict this damn place." Wang Chaling analyzed the situation, but didn't go any further.

Although it is impossible to determine the time, he will definitely spend a lot of time on conscious confrontation, and it is time to solve this artificially caused loss of control.

The collision between the ghosts, the cheating ghost who completed the puzzle again fell silent, and the ghosts who launched the attack were naturally not much better.

Although the eyeless old man never crashed, he was also put into a state of silence and would no longer affect Wang Chaling.

Without the obstruction of the eyeless old man, Wang Chaling easily walked to the old ancestral hall in front of him.

The ancestral hall is not as dark as the outside world, and a few white candles are burning in the corners, providing some light for the surroundings.

Four benches were placed horizontally on the right side of the door, just covered by the door, and a black coffin was placed on the bench.

The coffin lid of the black coffin was flipped aside, exposing the space inside. Wang Chaling walked in to have a look.

Inside the black coffin was a bed of blood-colored cotton wool and a pillow, all of which had indentations of varying degrees, connecting them to form a trace of a human figure.

"Old Li's body is gone." Wang Chaling's eyes moved slightly, looking at the overturned coffin with an ugly expression.

It is said that the dead are the most important, and the old man spent the rest of his life in this ghostly place in order to suppress the ghosts, and even the corpse was never buried in the ground in order to ensure balance.

In the end, it ended up like this. It would be fine if it was someone else Wang Chaling. If it was profitable, he would be able to do this kind of thing, but anyway, Mr. Li also has some connections with the Wang family.

It doesn't matter if he is hypocritical or double-standard, in short, he has made a note of this matter, whether it is that person or the church, he has to be "educated".

Wang Chaling walked around to the other side of the coffin, a brazier was placed on the ground, and some things were still burning inside.

Two hunched figures knelt down near the brazier, one on the left and one on the right, but their hands kept moving, and some "paper" was continuously thrown into it.

"Paladin Kanvin, Judgment Knight Laffer, if it's the two of them, it's not surprising that they can enter here."

Wang Chaling made the two figures "actively" stand up and saw each other's faces clearly, neither of them were strangers.

The Holy Knight Kanvin and the Judgment Knight Laffer are all ghost masters who have controlled three ghosts. In addition to the supernatural items passed down in the church, they can be said to be the strongest in the church.

"All the ghosts are gone, have they been taken away, or?" Wang Chaling didn't care about the corpses, he cared about their ghosts.

The two of them had a total of six ghosts, but now none of them had disappeared, which is not good news in this kind of place.

at this time.

"Bang~!"

The departure of the corpse seemed to break some kind of fragile balance. The brazier in front of him suddenly burst into a flame one or two feet high, touching the top of the ancestral hall.

Wang Cha took a few steps back fiercely, and the ghost coins held in the corpse were flying all over the sky, and a large number of ghost coins seemed to fill every room in the ancestral hall.

A strange smell began to permeate the room, the unpleasant smell of corpses, mixed with a special fragrance.

The situation is not right.

The cyan ghost domain diffused, isolating Wang Chaling from this special fragrance, but the ghost coin still existed, floating inside the ghost domain.

step... step... step...

The sound of dull footsteps echoed around, and a blood-colored hand suddenly reached out to Wang Chaling's shoulder.

Bang~!

The dead soul of his mother blocked the attacking palm, Wang Chaling turned around sharply, the ghost coins in front of him dissipated instantly at this moment, and the stick in his hand slammed on the things behind him.

Not real?

Wang Chaling frowned, a bad premonition welled up in his heart, and the short stick in his hand became extremely hot.

Without hesitation, he threw his short stick at his grandfather with a flick of his hand, while he retreated to his grandmother's side.

It has been hovering over the edge of the brazier and suddenly fell a lot. At the place Wang Chaling hit just now and on the short stick, a ball of flame suddenly burst out and spread at an unimaginable speed.

The fire spread quickly, and the coins that filled the entire ancestral hall were the medium of its burning.

"Even the ghost domain has a tendency to be ignited? This thing can't be really obtained from the Caesar Hotel."

Wang Chaling experienced Yang Jian's ghost domain in Dachang City, and once again made up a jigsaw puzzle of ghosts. Even if the deceiving ghosts and modifying ghosts are not ghosts specializing in ghost domains, according to speculation, the intensity should not be less than Yang Jian's ghost eye is a four-story ghost domain.

But it was only the ghost domain that was ignited. The flame on the short stick in Grandpa Wang Chaling's hand had been gradually extinguished under the suppression of terror.

The cyan light covered a large space, but the edge was in a state of collapse all the time, being constantly shrunk by Wang Chaling.

Sensing some information from his mother, Wang Chaling moved towards the coffin while shrinking the ghost domain.

On the edge of the ghost domain, the collision between the flame and the ghost domain reveals some subtle differences from the ancestral hall.

"grandfather!"

Coming to the side of the black coffin, Wang Chaling yelled loudly, jumped into the ghost coffin at random, and the coffin lid that was overturned on the side also closed automatically.

The terrifying soul of the dead stood in front of the ghost coffin, with a large amount of flames wrapped around his black and white palms, and then, he slammed on the ghost coffin.

Everything in the ancestral hall began to distort, the flames distorted into human bodies, and were "disappeared" again.

In less than ten seconds, the flames in the entire room disappeared quickly, leaving no trace of the flames.

Immediately afterwards, Mingbi began to dissipate into a wisp of white mist, and finally only those in the hands of the two corpses remained.

Finally, there was the coffin. The lid of the closed coffin was violently overturned, and Wang Chaling inside, together with the four dead souls guarding the four corners of the coffin, also disappeared.

Bang~!

The gate of the ancestral hall was slammed shut, and the burning candles in the corners were extinguished one by one, leaving only two corpses kneeling quietly beside the ghost coffin, one after another ghost coins were put into the brazier in front, maintaining a little fire.

…………

The shrine is still the shrine.

Wang Chaling lifted the coffin lid, crawled out, and looked at the surrounding environment, candles, corpses, braziers...even the location of the coffin lid he lifted, the layout was exactly the same as before.

The only difference is that there is more dirt and ghosts here.

"This is the ghosts that ran out before." Wang Chaling glanced at them and found that the ghosts were in poor condition.

Most of them are in a silent state, and some of them are even dead, unlike the previous ones, which can launch attacks just after they come out.

"This house has a depressing effect on ghosts." Wang Chaling looked at his parents. Although it was the same as usual, his actions were a little sluggish.

As soon as he was out of the coffin, he kept his grandma by his side to protect him and resisted the oppression, so he didn't notice this anomaly in the first place.

"The descendants of the Wang family, judging by your number, it should be three generations. Time flies so fast."

An old voice suddenly came out of the door, evoking some impressions deep in Wang Chaling's memory.

But he didn't respond. Instead, he asked his grandfather to open the gate of the ancestral hall. The dazzling light shone into the ancestral hall, causing Wang Chaling to squint his eyes.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, a bamboo rattan chair is placed there, next to it is a bamboo table.

There are two teacups on it, one is held by an old hand, and the other is still emitting steam.

A body quickly solidified beside Wang Chaling, and a modified consciousness was put into the body by Wang Chaling through deception.

"Elder Li."

"Wang Chaling" sat on the chair on the other side, and at the gesture of the old man, picked up the cup of tea that was still steaming.

The old man looked sideways at "Wang Chaling" who was sitting next to him, and smiled slightly: "You are still cautious enough, kid."

"Boy of the Wang family, don't worry. Although Xiao Li died, he still left some consciousness in the world."

It was Meng Xiaodong's voice. Wang Chaling followed the voice and looked into the distance. An old man with a basket was standing in front of him at some point.

"Xiao Li, I feel sorry for you this time." Immediately afterwards, Meng Xiaodong said to the person on the chair.

"It's all to solve the spiritual recovery, but it's just a burial place. It's a good thing that it can be used by future generations."

"Furthermore, if it wasn't for Xiao Xianguang, I don't know how long my remaining consciousness will be in a deep sleep, and maybe it might just die out." The old man didn't seem to care that he was robbed, and said casually.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wang Chaling looked calm, and the body sitting on the chair suddenly dissipated.

(End of this chapter)